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AF: The Fall to Grace By Julie Hannah and Grayson had been friends for years. They had been intimate for a while and had decided they were better off as just friends. One of the things that had cemented the friendship was a common love of mountain climbing. They had climbed cliffs together in three different states. In a sport where relying on a partner could be the difference between life and death, they had come to know each other even more intimately. This particular day they were scaling a mountain face that they had scaled several times before. They were keeping in shape for a competition that was being held in two months. Having partnered with each other on quite a few climbs, they almost knew what the other was thinking. "It's such a beautiful day!" Hannah said, watching Gray pound a pinion into the face of the cliff. "Here's hoping it's this nice when it's our turn to compete," Gray replied as he looped his rope through the newly set pinion. They continued chatting as they climbed. They had already climbed the easier part of the slope and were beginning the steepest and most challenging part. "What's that?" Hannah said, pointing to an area about six feet above Gray's head. There, hanging from a small branch that had grown out of a crevice, was what appeared to be a necklace. "Well, how do you suppose that got there?" Gray asked as he worked his way towards it. "Do you think somebody dropped it?" Hannah was shading her eyes as she looked to the top of the cliff. "Judging by the angle of descent it would have had to make, I'd say more probably, someone threw it from the top." "Why would anyone throw a necklace of the top of a cliff...unless it was a memento from a love that had gone wrong." "Just like a woman!" Gray teased. "Alright Mr. Know-it-all, how do you think it got there?" By that time, Gray had worked his way up to where he could reach the necklace. Actually it was more like a medallion. It was brass and very cheap looking. There was an engraving of a fairy or an angel waving a wand. Since he only had the one hand free and no empty pockets readily available, he slipped it over his head and around his neck. "Too cheap looking. If I were to give a girl something that looked like this, she would throw me over the cliff. So it was probably stolen with some other stuff and the robber, realizing it was worthless, just got rid of it." "I like my story better. Besides, what robber would go to the top of a mountain just to throw his loot over the side of a cliff?" "One that wanted to make sure it would never be found by anybody!" They kept bantering as they continued scaling the cliff. Gray was reaching for a handhold in a crevice when a small bolder that had worked itself loose over time fell and smashed his hand. He jerked his hand back violently and unfortunately that shifted his center of gravity. He lost his balance and fell. Hannah saw Gray fall and braced herself. She prayed she would be able to stop Gray's downward momentum. If she couldn't, she could very well fall herself. The pinion just above her head held. She managed to keep her balance even when the sudden jolt of Gray's body reaching the full length of the robe, snapped the cord tight. She could feel the rope swinging and the dead weight of Gray at the end. "GRAY!" she screamed. There was no answer. Looking down, she could see Gray's unconscious body handing limply, swinging back and forth. She realized this was no time to panic! Slowly she began lowering him towards the ground. It took almost twenty minutes till she was standing on a ledge next to his still form. She realized he must have hit several outcroppings on his way down because he was bleeding from gashes and scrapes on his head, arms and chest. His left leg was resting at an unnatural angle. Dropping to her knees beside him, she began to assess the situation. (I have to keep calm) she thought. "Gray? Can you hear me?" (Oh, God, please help me.) "Gray, I need you to talk to me." (There's so much blood!) "Hannah?" Gray said feebly. (Thank you, God.) "I'm here, Gray. Your leg is broken. Can you tell me if anything else is broke?" "Can't...feel my...legs" (Oh no! His back...not his back. Please don't let it be broken!) "Everything is going to be alright, Gray." She felt his neck for his pulse and noticed it was very faint. She then reached to his thigh and pinched him, hard enough to leave a bruise. Gray didn't flinch or even bat an eye. (No, no, no...not this, please not this!) "Keep talking to me, Gray." "I'm...so...cold-d." The sun was beating down and it was quite warm (He's going into shock and I don't have anything to cover him with. What am I going to do?) She took the bandana from around her neck and went to wipe the blood from a gash that was running down his face. She didn't notice the end of it brush against the medallion. "Take your strength from me, Gray!" (I need a miracle, God.) Silent tears were running down her cheeks. (I need to get him to a doctor! How am I ever going to get him off this mountain?) "Hold on, honey! We're gonna make it, I promise." (Oh God, I'm losing him!) "Don't leave me...please," Gray begged. "I won't leave you, not even for a second." (How am I going to get help if I don't leave him? Please, don't let him die!) "Take my strength...just hold on, please!" Grabbing his hand, she felt his fingers lightly close around hers. "I feel...stronger. The pain...is easing." The grip of his fingers was getting stronger. She thought he looked smaller. She was rocking back and forth on her knees by his side. (How can I get help?) "Gray, talk to me. How can I help you?" "I feel your strength coming into me," Gray said, his voice stronger. "I feel it through out my whole body." (Maybe his spine was only bruised. Maybe it's not broken.) "Oh Gray, that's great!" (I am so afraid. He looks as if he's fading away before my very eyes.) "Gray, your hair is growing!" Gray normally wore his hair cut close to the scalp, as is the current fashion. Now it was at least six inches long and appeared to still be growing. Other changes were becoming apparent. He was developing breasts and the bulge in his tight shorts was diminishing. His clothes were getting looser and now his hair was turning from jet black to a strawberry blonde. Hannah sat there in awe watching as Gray was turning into an exact double of herself. His leg straightened and healed itself even as she watched. She reached over and pinched his leg again. "Ow! Why did you do that?" he asked rubbing the spot she had pinched. "You have the feeling back in your legs! I pinched you earlier and you didn't feel it, but this time you did!" After about twenty-five minutes, Gray sat up. He was still feeling a little fuzzy around the edges. "I can't believe it! My body doesn't hurt anymore. I would have bet money my back was broken and I just knew I was dying." "Gray...you're not you anymore." "What do you mean?" "You're me! Look at your arms and legs. Shake your head and feel the long hair around your shoulders. Somehow, you have turned into an exact double of me!" Gray still had a massive headache but it was fading rapidly. He looked at his hands and arms and compared them with Hannah's. He normally stood a good nine inches taller than her petite 5'4" and yet he could look her square in the eyes without having to look down. Gone were the long overly muscular legs he had developed by climbing. In their place were exact copies of Hannah's shapely limbs. "But how?" he asked, stunned. "I don't know. I was praying pretty hard. Maybe it's a miracle. Maybe I willed it subconsciously. I don't care how it happened, anyway. All I care about is that you're alive and can walk down this mountain under your own power." "But I'm a girl...I'm you!" "Would you rather be dead or in a wheelchair for the rest of your life?" Hannah asked angrily. "And for the record, I think the chances of you making it to that wheelchair were pretty damn slim!" "You're right, of course. It's just going to take some time to get used to the idea that I'm not a guy anymore." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to take all my fear out on you." At that point, Hannah burst into tears. Gray took her into his now shapely arms and held her while she cried. After the storm subsided, Hannah shook herself and stood up. "We need to get you cleaned up. You're still covered in blood." "If I remember correctly, there are several pools below us about 100 yards from here." Gray stood up and was in danger of his shorts sliding down around his ankles. He took a three-foot section of rope and tied it around the waist of his shorts. Carefully, they climbed down off the mountain and headed towards the pools of water. "You might as well remove your clothes. I have an extra outfit in my backpack. You can borrow it till we get back home." As Hannah began to unload her backpack, Gray started to undress. He looked into the water and was startled to see Hannah's reflection staring back at him. Even though she had told him that he looked like her, he still expected to see at least part of his old self looking back. He took the medallion off and rinsed it in the clear water. It had been covered in blood. Then he set it on the grass beside him and put his torn and bloody clothes on top of it. Jumping into the cold water he let out a scream. Hannah came running around the bend and skidded to a stop when she saw Gray was all right. "What ever did you scream about?" "The water's f-f-freezing!" he replied, his teeth chattering. His nipples had also hardened into two tight pebbles. "Of course, silly, it's a mountain fed pool. It's melted snow. Don't stay in there too long, I don't want to worry about hypothermia. Oh, here is the change of clothes I promised. Gray quickly cleaned himself and dried off with a clean portion of what was left of his shirt. Hannah had left a pair of shorts, a shirt and some underwear next to his old things. He knew how to put the panties on but the bra had him stumped. How did women put that contraption on without dislocating their shoulders? He slipped it on and holding it in place, he called to Hannah. "Can you help me a second?" he called. As Hannah came into view, she saw Gray holding the bra over his breasts and he had his back turned to her. "Would you fasten this for me?" Hannah struggled to keep from laughing. "Do you mean to tell me you never saw a woman put on a bra before?" "My area of expertise is getting them out of their bras, not back into them." The giggles she had been holding burst out. Gray began giggling as well. She fastened the clasp for him. "In the future, wrap the bra around you and fasten it in the front then slide the clasp around to the back and slip the straps up." The thought of having to wear a bra everyday sobered Gray. He stopped laughing. "What's wrong?" Hannah asked. "It's starting to dawn on me the changes I'm going to have to make in my everyday living," he replied. "I've been thinking. We can't call you Gray anymore; it's a guy's name. Why don't you go by Grace?" "Damn, this is happening way too fast! First I lose my manhood and now my name?" As Hannah started to answer, he interrupted. "I know, you're right. At least Grace sounds similar to Gray." As Grace finished dressing, Hannah picked up her torn clothes and put them in a trash bag. The two of them were very litter conscious. When Grace was ready, they continued off the mountain towards home. Neither of them saw the medallion lying in the grass. "You know, the business with the bra has started me thinking," Hannah said as they walked down the gentler slope. "There's a lot you don't know about being a woman. Why don't you stay at my place for a while until we can get you settled in?" "No offence, but I don't want to be 'settled in'. I want to find out how this happened and find a way back to my old body." "But you old body was broken and dying! Even if we found a way to change you back, and even did it at a hospital where they could treat you immediately, your back would still be broken. Do you want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair? Is being a woman too great a price to pay for having the use of your legs?" Hannah was angry. She had come too close to losing Grace for her to be open to any ideas other than the obvious one. Grace was now a woman and the sooner he, ah she accepted it the better! Grace didn't say anything more about getting her old body back. She couldn't help but feel that if she could change so completely once, why couldn't she change back to her old self without a broken back? She wasn't about to give up, but she wasn't going to tell Hannah that just yet. The two girls drove back to Hannah's apartment. As they walked the short distance to the front, Grace noticed several people staring and it bothered her. "Relax! They just think you're my twin and they're surprised because they didn't think I was a twin," Hannah admonished. "I think we could have some fun with this." Grace felt uncomfortable walking around in tight shorts and a tight T- shirt. When they were inside, she relaxed in a chair. Her hips were scooted forward with her back slumped against the back and her legs were spread wide. Hannah took one look and shook her head. "You have a lot to learn about being a girl!" "What did I do now?" Grace asked. "Just look at how you're sitting! Women do not sit that way...put your legs together and sit up." Grace reluctantly sat up and assumed a proper ladylike position, crossing her legs at the knee. "There! Is that better?" "Much," Hannah replied with a smile. "Why don't we change and go out to dinner. I'm too tired to cook." Both ladies took turns in the shower. Hannah was in and out, and as she passed Grace in the doorway, she reminded her to be sure and use conditioner on her hair after she shampooed. Grace took a little longer in the shower than Hannah. She had never bothered with shampoos since she wore her hair so short. The regular bath soap had worked just fine. "Wet hair, lather, rinse, repeat." Grace read the shampoo bottle. "Why can't it clean it the first time?" she asked herself. Hannah had hair almost down to her waist and always wore it braided when they went climbing. Grace's hair hadn't been braided and was a mass of tangles. She washed it twice then quickly bathed and was about to get out when she remembered the conditioner. "Apply to hair after shampooing, let sit for at least two minutes, then rinse. Great. I guess I just stand here for two minutes then," she muttered. After getting out and wrapping in a towel, she went over to the closet where Hannah was selecting clothes. "I think this would be a great time to introduce you to dresses and heels," Hannah said with glee. "No way! Just hand me some jeans and a T-shirt and I'll be happy," Grace replied with disgust. Turning Hannah confronted Grace. "As long as you look like me, you are going to dress appropriately! I don't want anyone to see you dressed sloppily and think it's me. I work hard to look as good as I do and I'm not going to let you mess it up!" "But I'm not you!" Grace replied. "But anyone that sees you will think that you are me. Look, you always took care of your appearance as Gray, why wouldn't you as Grace?" "Ok, you have a point, but do we have to do dresses right away? Can't I wear a pantsuit? Please, anything but a dress, okay?" "Very well," Hannah relented. She went back to the closet and pulled out a denim jumpsuit with silver trim. "Is this better?" "Do you have anything less garish?" Grace asked. She never realized what a flashy dresser Hannah was. It never bothered her in the past. As a matter of fact, she always enjoyed the fact that Hannah turned heads when they had gone out. Hannah put her hand on her hip and just stared at Grace. "Well, it's better than a dress, so I guess it will have to do," Grace conceded. "Great!" Hannah said with a smile. "Let's get you ready." Hannah led Grace back into the bathroom and began to show her how to dry and style her hair. Then she started the ritual of applying make-up. "Whoa!" Grace said, backing away from the brush that had blusher on it. "I prefer the natural look. I don't need make-up." "So do I, but you don't think the natural look means no make-up do you?" "Well, yes. If you apply make-up, it's not natural anymore," Grace tried to explain. "You men really don't realize just what a woman has to do to look good, do you," Hannah asked laughing. "I never thought you wore make-up," Grace said, disheartened. "Well I do! You just have to learn how to do it, that's all." Grace realized she was fighting a losing battle. She sat there and let Hannah show her the steps to putting on make-up. Finally, they were ready. They went to their favorite restaurant and talked while they were eating. "Okay, I admit I have to act and behave like a girl as long as I look like you," Grace started. "But I still intend to see if I can find out how I changed. If I cannot change back and keep the ability to walk, I will stay a woman, gladly. But you have to understand; I can't just start being a woman without trying to get my manhood back first!" Hannah thought for a few minutes. "You're right. If it were me, I would fight it also. I'm sorry I was so pig headed earlier. I hadn't stopped to think how I would feel in your position. Tell you what. I have a friend who is a meta-physics professor at the university. If we can convince him of what happened, maybe he can help." "Thanks," Grace said with tears in her eyes. The next day was Sunday, so Hannah called her friend, Dr. Wentworth, at home and asked him if he could come over that afternoon. He arrived a little before noon. The two girls had decided on a plan of action designed to convince him of the truth of what happened. Dr. Jonathan Wentworth had been a friend of Hannah's family for as long as she could remember. He had bounced her on his knee when she was just a toddler. Following a knock, Grace opened the door and greeted Dr. Wentworth. He stepped in and with the familiarity of old friends, embraced Grace and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Grace stiffened at the embrace and then hoped he hadn't noticed. She then led Hannah's old friend to the living room. After the two of them were seated, Grace began. "Dr. Jon, I need your help." "If it is within my power, my dear, you know I will," he replied, believing he was talking to Hannah. "How may I help?" "I experienced something that defies logic. If anyone had told me they had the same thing happen to them, I would tell them they were crazy," Grace began. Dr. Wentworth leaned forward eagerly. He took off his glasses and was polishing the lenses as Hannah spoke. "That's why I need you. If anyone could explain to me what happened and more importantly, how it happened, it would be you." "Please, go on. You have my utmost attention." "A good friend and I were mountain climbing and he fell. You have to believe me when I tell you, Grayson was dying. His back was broken as a result of the sudden stop at the end of his line. I was doing emergency first aid when it happened." "What? Don't keep me in suspense! What happened?" "Hannah?" Grace called out to let her know it was time for her entrance. They had gone shopping and had purchased two identical outfits. As a result, they looked so much alike, you couldn't tell them apart. When Hannah walked in and Dr. Wentworth saw her, his jaw dropped. He let his glasses that he had been polishing slip to the floor. Grace stood up and Hannah stood next to her. They were alike in every way. "That's when HE turned into ME," Hannah finished. The two of them stood there waiting for Dr. Jon, as Hannah had called him for years, to compose himself. He picked up his glasses and put them on. Then he proceeded to closely scrutinize both girls. "Amazing! I cannot tell any difference between the two of you. Have you checked your fingerprints?" "Not yet, but we thought you might. Hannah went and got a magnifying glass. Grace went over to a small table. The end table was highly polished and Grace left prints of her left hand on the mirror-like surface. Hannah then did the same. Dr. Jon examined the two sets of prints. "This is impossible! They appear to be the exactly same," he said as he bent over to double check his work. The two girls had moved around the room while he was bent over the table. When he stood up, he looked at both of them. "Which of you is which?" "You tell us," one of them replied. "I confess, I can't. So tell me, how did this change occur?" Both girls let out a sigh. They had been afraid that even with the evidence right before his eyes, that Dr. Jon wouldn't believe them. "I was lying on the ledge. I hurt all over," Grace began. "Except for my legs. I couldn't feel anything below my waist." "I was praying harder than I ever have before," Hannah continued. "I started to wipe away some of the blood when Gray started shrinking before my very eyes." "You see, Sir," Grace took over, "I used to stand 6'1"." She handed him a picture of Hannah and Gray from when they had climbed their first mountain together. "That's what I used to look like. If it is at all possible, I would like to look like that again, provided it doesn't mean I revert back to my injured state." "Grace, call me Dr. Jon," he said as he looked at the picture. "I have a feeling we are going to become good friends. This whole story is unbelievable, but I do believe you. Let me do some research. I don't know if I can find anything, but I promise you, I will give the search everything I have. I want you to realize though, it might take months, even years or I may never find the answer to your questions." "Now for your parts of the investigation...I want each of you to sit down and write everything that happened in as much detail as possible. Start with when you first arrived at the mountain. Try to remember conversations, weather conditions, the route you took up the mountain, etc. Then I want the both of you to combine the events into one factual report." The three of them sat there for four hours, answering questions about what happened exactly to the best of their recollections. Dr. Jon took page after page of notes as the two girls talked. Finally, he arose. In his hands was the final statement of the events of that day. "Won't you stay for dinner, Dr. Jon?" Hannah asked. "No thank you, Hannah, or is it Grace?" He shook his head. "I want to get started right away so I must be going." "Now what?" Grace asked, after Dr. Jon had left. "Now we order pizza," Hannah answered. "There is nothing we can do until we hear what Dr. Jon finds." Hannah took two weeks vacation from her job to help Grace become more comfortable with her new self. Grace was lucky in that she ran a business out of her home. She designed web pages for companies all across the U.S. All her work was done over the Internet on her home computer. No one questioned whether the person manning the keyboard was male or female as long as the work was done on time. She also did all her banking online. When she needed cash she would use her ATM card. At the end of three weeks, Grace could apply her make-up just as well as Hannah. They still fought about wearing dresses. Grace usually just braided her hair because it was easier to do than the more fashionable styles that Hannah wore. Grace continued to take the lessons from Hannah because there was no guarantee that Dr. Jon would find anything. If he didn't, or if he found the change was permanent, Grace knew she would need to know how to live life as a woman. But that didn't mean she had to like it. Hannah, on the other hand, was enjoying herself immensely. She had been an only child and this was just like having a sister. One day Grace lost her temper completely. "Hey Grace!" Hannah yelled as she came bounding into the room. "Guess what?" "Dr. Jon called?" Grace answered hopefully. "No, sorry. Ned Jamison and Terry Connors both asked me out for this Friday." Grace knew Hannah liked both young men. "Which one are you going to accept?" "I thought I would accept both of them." "Both?" Grace asked. "Yea! I though you and I could double date. That way, I would have the chance to see which one I liked. They would each think they had the real me and I would have the chance to give them both the once over." "No," Grace said softly, getting angry. "Sure, why not? We could go out to dinner, and then maybe a movie." "NO, damn it!" "Jeez, what's wrong with you?" Hannah asked, stunned at the outburst. "I am NOT going out on a date with a guy and that's final!" "Grace, calm down. I suggested it because you don't ever go out. You need to meet people, get out and be sociable. Maybe I shouldn't have used the word 'date'." Grace broke down into tears. Hannah didn't know what to think. Grace had been growing quite irritable the last couple of days and now this. Suddenly she realized what was happening. It was something she didn't think about except when 'that' time rolled around. "Grace, we need to talk. I know that you know where babies come from." "What does that have to do with anything? Grace asked, sniffling. "You are getting ready to go through what makes a woman able to bear children." "Oh no!" Grace wailed. "Not that, please?" "Honey, it's not something I can stop," Hannah said softly. "Let me show you what to do when you start your period which will probably be tomorrow. Fortunately, I have light periods and only cramp the first 8 or so hours. It will be all over with in five days." Grace sat there and cried. She never thought about that part of being a woman. She was coming to realize that being female wasn't anywhere as easy as she had thought in the beginning. She wished Dr. Jon would hurry up and call. Thanks to Hannah's tender understanding, Grace made it through the next five days without too much trouble. Things seemed to smooth out after that. Grace still refused to wear a dress, however she would go out with Hannah to parties or get-togethers. Gradually, she settled into life as a woman. It had been two and a half months since the incident on the mountain when Hannah came over one afternoon, waving a flyer. Hiya Grace. Look at this," she said, thrusting the paper at her. It was an advertisement for a convention for twins to be held in two weeks. "Look here," Hannah said pointing to a paragraph. "It says that the set of twins voted 'most alike' will win a spot on a commercial. We have to go! We would win because we are exactly alike. There isn't a set of twins around that could beat us." It took some talking, but Hannah finally got Grace to agree to go. The decided they needed to go shopping. They wanted to get several outfits that were identical to wear to the convention. "Grace, I want us to wear dresses," Hannah said, ready for an explosion. "Why?" Grace asked, simply. "We are both young, beautiful women. We need to show that off. The fact that we look alike isn't going to matter there because everybody will have a double. I think a simple, but sophisticated black dress, with gold jewelry, would knock everyone on their ears." Hannah waited for Grace's usual denial. "Okay, maybe it is time," Grace stated. Hannah sat down in shock. "Really! You mean it?" She jumped up and hugged Grace. "I'm so proud of you." "Really? Why?" Grace asked. "I felt that as long as you refused to wear a dress, there would be a part of you that refused to accept what you have become. I just want you to be happy!" Hannah explained. The two of them went on a shopping spree. They found the perfect dresses and both of them began counting the days till the convention. Finally the day arrived. Walking through the convention center was an experience in itself. Everywhere they looked, there was two of everybody. Grace was able to relax completely. "I don't feel like an oddity here," she confessed to Hannah. The girls noticed a good-looking set of guys across the room and Hannah decided to head their direction. They were average in height since they were 5'11", but that was the only thing that was average. They obviously worked out, as their build was quite muscular. They had wavy, light brown hair that touched their shoulders. Hannah introduced herself and Grace. "I'm Clark Evens and his is my brother, Kent," Clark said, expecting the normal reactions to their names. Except for a quick glance at each other, neither Hannah nor Grace said a word about their new friends' names. "Thank you so much," Kent said. "Thanks for what?" Hannah asked. "For not asking if we were 'super' men," Clark replied. "Or not asking if we were reporters for the Daily Planet," Kent added. "Or not asking if we wear blue underwear," Clark continued. "Or not asking if we were 'men of steel'," Kent finished. Both girls were laughing at the lines the guys had been forced to endure as a result of their names. "Our mother really didn't hate us," Kent explained. "When they were trying to come up with names, our parents decided that if it was a boy it would be named after one of the grandfathers and a girl, the grandmothers. Which name would depend on which sex and then a flip of a coin would decide which side the name came from." "When it was discovered we were twins, they decided to go with each grandfather," Clark continued. "Their names were Clark Matthew Taylor and Kent James Evans. Kent is the oldest and so they thought Kent and Clark. Everyone was so flustered about us being twins that they didn't look to closely at the names until after we were about three weeks old. By then it was too late." The four of them decided to see the convention together. Hannah and Grace won the 'Most Identical' competition, of course. They all had so much fun together that they decided to get together the following week. If Hannah and Grace had turned heads before, when Kent and Clark were with them, people stopped and stared. The foursome enjoyed the attention they were receiving. One Saturday, about five months after the 'fall' both girls were over at Hannah's apartment getting ready for a night on the town with Kent and Clark. Whenever they went out in public with them, they would dress alike. If they were just bumming around with the guys, they each dressed in what ever was comfortable. Grace still dressed more casually than Hannah did, but she was beginning to enjoy dressing up as well. When the phone rang, Grace answered it. "Hello." "Hannah, this is Dr. Jon. How are you my dear?" "This is Grace, Dr. Jon," she corrected, waving franticly at Hannah. Hannah picked up the extension in another room. "My, even your voices are identical," he commented. "And now I know why." "You found out how I changed?" Grace asked. She sat down on the edge of the bed because suddenly, her legs wouldn't support her. "It was the medallion! It took quite a bit of research but I found a brief reference to a 'Medallion of Zulo' that fits the description you gave. Legend has it that this medallion has the power to change a person's form. Actually, you were very lucky. If Hannah had touched the medallion, the two of you would have traded bodies and she would have died of the injuries you sustained in the fall." At hearing this, Hannah sat down on the floor, too weak in the knees to remain standing. "As it was," Dr. Jon continued, "Hannah must have touched her bandana to the medallion and that is what caused you to change into her. Now, the way to change back is to put the medallion back around your neck and touch a piece of your clothing to it. Now, most importantly, the item of clothing must be something you have NOT worn since before you went up on that mountain. That way, you will change into the body you had before the fall." "Did you hear all that, Hannah?" Grace asked into the phone. "Yes, I heard." "Hannah, my dear, I'm glad you are on the phone also. How are you doing?" "Pretty shaky, Dr. Jon. I can't believe I came so close to dying and never knew it!' "Hannah, where did you put the medallion?" Grace asked. "Me? I thought you had it." "It was with the clothes I took off. You picked them up while I was dressing," Grace reminded her. "You need to find that medallion or you will never be able to change back," Dr. Jon broke in. "It is your only chance to be a man again." The two girls ended the call and sat down together to talk. "I can be ready to go in fifteen minutes and we can drive up to the site tonight," Grace started. "Wait a minute. If we left now, it would be just starting to get dark when we got there. We can't look for it in the dark." "I know that," Grace explained. "We could sleep in the car and first thing in the morning, we can start looking." "But what about the guys? We were going out tonight, remember?" Hannah asked. "Let me call them and see what we can work out," Grace said, confident that she would be on her way in just a few minutes. Three hours later, Kent and Clark pulled up to Hannah's place in Clark's Jeep Wagoneer. Hannah climbed in next to Kent and Grace next to Clark and the four of them headed for the mountains. Both girls were glad the guys wanted to come along. After all, four sets of eyes were better than two. "I want to thank you for dropping everything to go camping with us," Hannah said. "Hey, no problem," Kent replied. "Yeah, we enjoy camping. It gave us a good reason to break out all our gear," Clark finished. "So what all did you bring?" Grace asked. "Well, we have two tents," Kent started. "One for the ladies and one for us," Clark chimed in. "Four sleeping bags, two lanterns, a camper's grill and fishing gear. What about you?" "We brought enough food for three days and even though we don't plan on using it, we brought our climbing gear, just in case. You never can have too much rope when you're roughing it," Hannah answered. The four of them talked of the times when they had been camping or climbing and the miles sped by. Soon they were at the site, putting the tents up. Hannah pulled Grace to one side. "I wanted to talk to you about sleeping arrangements," Grace said. "What's to talk about?" "Kent asked me if I wanted to share his tent with him, and I want to, very much," Hannah explained. "Well that's fine for you, but what about me? I'm not really a girl remember? Hopefully, by this time tomorrow my time as a girl will be a thing of the past." "Exactly! This is your last chance to see what sex is like as a woman. In the three and a half months you've been a girl, haven't you wondered what it would be like?" Hannah asked. "That's beside the point. It wouldn't be fair to Clark. What would I tell him anyway? Oh, by the way, I used to be a guy and if we find the medallion tomorrow I will become one again, but do you mind if I use your body tonight?" Grace's answer was heated because she had come to like and respect Clark a lot. Suddenly she felt as if she were going to cry. God, she would be glad to get rid of these hormones. "You have a point. What about if he was open to sharing the tent but nothing else?" "I could do that, as long as he understood up front not to expect anything," Grace conceded. The girls walked over to where the guys were putting the finishing touches on the second tent. Hannah took Kent's arm and walked away a short distance. Clark gave Grace a questioning glance. The two walked back and Hannah pulled Grace to one side. "I feel like I'm in school again and everybody is whispering a secret that isn't really secret," Hannah giggled. "I thought you would rather Kent explain to Clark about the sleeping arrangements." Grace blushed beet red. "Surely this could have been handled better." About that time, Clark came over and turned to Grace. "I hear we are to be roommates tonight." Hannah didn't think it was possible, but Grace turned even redder. "Hey, it's okay! I understand," Clark said trying not to laugh. "Come on, let's leave the two lovebirds alone." The two couples split up and went to their separate tents. The problem, at least for Grace, was that a two-man tent wasn't very large. There was barely enough room to lay the two sleeping bags side by side. Finally, Grace and Clark were settled in for the night. Just as Grace was beginning to relax, the sounds from the other tent reached her. "Oh God," she said "I think that's what Hannah just said," Clark commented with a laugh. He rolled over onto his side facing Grace. "Maybe if we talk," he said, "the sounds won't bother us too much." "Okay," Grace said, rolling to face Clark. "What do you want to talk about." "I couldn't help but overhear earlier. Were you really a guy?" he asked. Grace found she wanted to tell Clark the story of her transformation. She told him about how it happened and why they were really there on the side of the mountain. She also told him about what it was like being a girl. Unfortunately, their conversation didn't drown out the passionate sounds emanating from the other tent and Grace was starting to feel very uncomfortable. "You know," Clark began hesitantly, "I wouldn't object if you wanted to find out everything you could about being a woman before you changed back." "What do you mean?" Grace asked, almost afraid of the answer. "I know all about you, and I find I am still greatly attracted to you. If you are interested in finding out what it feels like to have a man make mad, passionate love to you, I will make sure you have no regrets." Grace felt as if a weight had been lifted from her heart. She had been afraid that Clark wouldn't want to continue their friendship after she returned to being a man and yet he seemed to understand. "I would like that very much," she whispered, excited yet afraid. "Let's rearrange the sleeping bags real quick," Clark suggested. They unzipped the bags completely and spread Clark's out across the bottom and then they laid hers atop it. They both lay back down. Grace felt very awkward. "Hey, relax," Clark said. "If you don't want to do this then all you have to do is say so." "I want to do this so badly it scares me," Grace confessed. Clark leaned over Grace and slowly lowered his head. He reached out with his tongue and bathed her lower lip. Grace drew a sudden breath, parting her lips. At that moment, Clark joined their lips, his tongue slipping in to stroke hers. As they kissed, his hand slipped down to caress her breasts. Her breathing began to quicken as if she had been running. Grace had never felt anything like this before. Clark slipped open the buttons of her shirt and opened it wide. He trailed kisses down her neck to her bare shoulder. He eased the strap of her bra down and nibbled the spot where it used to rest. The unfamiliar feelings that were coursing through Grace were causing her heart to pound. She couldn't seem to lie still. She reached up and lifting his shirt tails, pulled Clark's shirt up and then over his head. By this time Clark had slipped Grace's shirt off and had unfastened her bra. It followed the blouse to the corner of the tent. She ran her hands over his muscular chest and around to his back. Her breasts brushed against his chest and it felt as if a bolt of electricity shot through her. As she arched her back, Clark leaned down to suckle first one rosy nipple then the other. It felt as if a wildfire was spreading throughout her body. Clark unzipped Grace's jeans and then peeled them off. All she wore now was a pair of bikini panties. His kisses burned a path from her breasts, down her ribs to her abdomen. Slipping his thumbs under the lacey edges of her panties, he eased them off. His kisses trailed even lower. Grace never realized how sensitive the insides of her knees were. His kisses came back up and stopped at the inside of her thighs. Grace couldn't believe the sensations his mouth was causing. Her back arched as his tongue stroked that most private part of her. The wildfire that seemed contained in her center now raged out of control. She wanted to scream as waves of sensations burst through and spread throughout her body, but remembering the couple in the next tent, she just barely contained it. As she was trying to regain her breath, Clark stood and removed his jeans. While his back was turned, he slipped on some protection. Then he lowered himself between her still trembling thighs. Once again Clark began kissing Grace. Gradually, he entered her. His shaft stretched her with each slow thrust. Slowly the fires began to rebuild. Deeper and deeper until she was holding his considerable length. Grace was stunned at the sense of emotional joining that accompanied the physical joining. For the first time she truly felt a bond with her partner. Her hips rose to meet his. She grabbed his hips and pulled, urging him deeper still. Clark felt his self control start to slip because of Grace's uninhibited response. Faster he plunged into her depths. Grace didn't think anything would ever top the feelings she had during her first orgasm and yet with Clark inside her, she realized that there was more still to experience. This time, when the rush of feeling burst through, she didn't even realize she screamed. Clark stiffened as his own orgasm took him to new heights. The two of them lay, exhausted in each other's arms, in the afterglow of their lovemaking. As their breathing became more regular, they fell asleep. In the morning, while the guys were setting up the portable stove, Hannah pulled Grace to one side. "Well?" she asked. "Well, what?" Grace hedged. "What did you think?" Hannah asked. "We heard you last night. It sounded like you enjoyed it." "That's an understatement!" Grace answered, embarrassed. "Tell me something. Since I have your body..." "Yeah, go on." "Is it always like that?" Grace asked in a rush. "I don't think so. I've never had a guy make me scream the way you did last night. Then again, since they are twins, I have a real good idea what you experienced. It was pretty spectacular wasn't it," Hannah answered with a grin. "All I know is that if it always felt that way for guys, they would never stop," Grace said, blushing. Laughing the girls went over and joined the guys and between the four of them, they had breakfast ready in no time. After they had eaten, they discussed how they were going to search for the medallion. "I drew a picture of what it looked like," Grace said, handing a piece of paper to each member of the group. "Hannah, why don't you and Kent look around the pool that is just over the rise. Clark and I will take this one. It shouldn't be more than four feet from the edge of the water, so that should narrow the search area." Grace was feeling extremely anxious. She was sure it was fear that they wouldn't be able to find the medallion. The two couples split up and went to begin their searches. Grace thought she recognized the part of the pool where she had jumped in to clean off the blood. In less than 25 minutes, she had located the medallion. "I found it!" she said, turning to Clark. For a brief moment, a look of utter sadness passed over Clark's face. Then he smiled and walked over to where she stood. "Why did you look so sad there for a moment?" Grace asked. Clark hesitated as he thought about his answer. "Because I have fallen in love with you," he answered simply, as he brushed a strand of hair that had come free of the braid, behind her ear. "I have never felt this way about another woman. But I want your happiness most of all and if that means your turning back into a man, then so be it." Grace's eyes filled with tears as she realized the sacrifice Clark was willing to make for her happiness. She also realized the fear she had about finding the medallion didn't go away once she had found it. If anything, it had gotten worse. With a flip of her wrist, the medallion went sailing through the air, to land with a splash in the middle of the pool. "Why did you do that?" Clark asked, almost afraid to hope. "Because I don't want to just pal around with you as one of the guys. I've only just realized that I want more than that from you, a whole lot more," Grace answered. Clark enfolded her within his arms. "I was so afraid of losing you," he said. He kissed her with everything he was feeling. "Hannah and Kent are going to be awhile looking for something they will never find, so why don't we go back to the tent," Grace suggested. Arm in arm, they walked over to their tent. Just over the rise, Hannah and Kent were laying in the grass watching the other couple. "I told you she couldn't do it," Hannah said, rolling to face Kent. "I'm glad you were so sure. I was scared stiff that she was going to break Clark's heart," Kent replied. "Is that why you were so stiff last night? And here I thought it was me," she teased. Kent leaned over to kiss Hannah. "Tell me, what do you think the odds are of a double wedding?" "Umm, if that was a proposal, the answer's yes!" Hannah said with a smile. "Do you think that the twin preachers we met at the convention would marry us?" "God, that would be a sight!" Soon, both couples were engaged in the pursuits of pleasure in the shadow of the mountain where it all began. Epilog Three months later: A man fishing in a pool in the shadow of a mountain, snagged his line on something deep in the water. He was upset because it was his 'lucky' lure. It took some maneuvering to release it, but finally it broke free. As he reeled the line in, he noticed something on the end of the hook. Once the line was all the way in, he realized he had snagged a necklace. He put it in his pocket. Maybe his wife would like it. Twelve months after the wedding: Grace won the bet by giving birth to twin girls 35 minutes before Hannah gave birth to twin boys. "Thank God I didn't have boys," Grace was heard to say. "We would never have been able to tell all four of them apart."